He said because he got an amazing job and was trying to keep it. But I missed him. Every day I started thinking more and more about him, fantasizing a...out him. Touching myself because of him. I really wanted him to be my first. But I was under age and I was probably wrong about what he felt for me. A girl could still dream though. Goodbye Phaedra! See you tomorrow! If you need anything just call us. My parents left. They were going to some boring business convention for the night. I had just. I got home to a note telling me that the k**s are out of the house and to change into the clothes she laid out for me. I looked at them. It was a short mini skirt that barely went past my ass and balls, stockings, garter belts, and matching thong. A course tShe also had some sexy hooker boots. They went up just past my knees. I changed and went into the bedroom. She was wearing a corset that barely covered her big sexy belly and her tits were out. She had stockings and high heels on. I got hard. I put thebinoculars down on the table next to the chair I was sitting in.I stood up and started walking to my car. I had to see if more than myimmediate area was frozen as it was. When I got into the car andinserted the key, nothing happened. No lights came on when I turned thekey and the engine did not start. It seemed that I was going nowhereuntil I solved this small puzzle. Whoever was doing this was powerfuland it was up to my intellect to figure this out. I was starting to gethungry and. He'd give me a child!" She started to break down."No, no don't think that," I said, not knowing what to do. So I did what all men do when a woman cries: I pulled her close and held her.Trying to reassure her, I kept telling her that she was beautiful and sexy. I must have been getting through to her, because her sobs slowed down and eventually stopped.But I was getting through to me too. Telling her how her eyes glowed. How great her legs were. How trim and sexy her body was.All the while.